Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

In the evening, as soon as Song Sanshun and his party returned to the village, someone came to tell him what happened today.

Song Sanshun was silent for a moment, then turned around and went to the patriarch's house.

"Uncle, I just wanted to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" The patriarch asked him to sit down and poured a bowl of tea for Sanshun himself.

Song Sanshun took a sip from his tea bowl and said, "More and more people are asking us to dig wells now, and some of them are too busy. I wonder if my second brother is free? I would like to find a dozen more people to join the company."

When the patriarch heard this, his eyes instantly lit up.

Song Erlang, who was standing aside, was also extremely excited.

Everyone in the village didn't know that Sanshun's well-drilling club was very profitable, and everyone wanted to join. But Song Erlang, like his father, couldn't hide his face and was too embarrassed to tell Sanshun.

"Free!" Song Erlang replied hurriedly.

He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I've been very idle recently, and I'm just looking for a job."

You can earn ten guan in a few days, or at least dozens of guan in a month. You are crazy and have no time.

Song Sanshun smiled and said, "That's just right. I'd like to ask my uncle to find about twenty people from the village. I want to form five more well-drilling teams and let's work separately."

Nowadays, the drought is serious, and many villages are eager to have a well immediately. Some villages have money in front of them in advance, just to drill a well quickly.

He thought over and over again and decided to form a few more well-drilling teams. Anyway, his niece had made a mold. Then he would use the mold to make clay statues to see if it could also lead to water.

"That's great." The patriarch likes Sanshun very much because this kid is very kind and righteous, and he doesn't forget everyone when he makes money. He really does not love him in vain.

"Second brother, go to the village and call people over. First, focus on those families who are having a hard time. Oh, let them follow Sanshun to dig wells, so that they can have money to buy some food in the future."

"Okay!" Song Erlang agreed and ran out immediately.

After a while, thirty or forty people ran into the patriarch's house.

They squeezed into the main room and looked at Song Sanshun without blinking.

Song Erlang scratched his head in embarrassment. He called a few families briefly, but everyone in the village knew that Song Sanshun was going to select people to join the well-drilling team, and they all clamored to come.

In the end, he could only allow one person from one household to come over, and he couldn't complain about whoever was chosen or who wasn't chosen. Everyone agreed and rushed over.

Song Sanshun was a little dumbfounded.

I was afraid that I would be unhappy if I chose this rather than that, so I went to the clan leader and asked him to choose someone, but in the end I still let him choose.

Forget it, just choose.

Song Sanshun coughed lightly and said: "Currently I only have five wells, so I don't need so many people, so I only need about twenty people today."

Everyone's eyes were still bright: "It doesn't matter, we can wait if we can't choose!"

"Okay, I'll form five teams first, with five people in each team. The ones I choose will come with me to dig a well tomorrow." Well-drilling is not a job that requires more people. At most, two or three people can dig soil at the bottom of the well. The two people above are responsible for rolling the soil and moving the soil, and then take turns.

After digging to a certain depth, bricks must be laid, so Song Sanshun first selected those who could lay wall bricks to join the team.

"Which one of you can build a wall? Stand aside." Song San said.

More than 20 people stood up, all in their thirties and above.

The rest were young, in their teens and twenties, and they looked a little sad.

Song Sanshun had no choice. He only received work from five wells for the time being. Even if he accepted them all, there would be no work for them.

The patriarch smiled and said: "Since you have joined the well-drilling club, you must obey the president's arrangements in everything, and follow the instructions well. You are not allowed to be lazy and slippery! You must work together outside so that others will not dare to bully you."

There must be a well-drilling team outside. If they meet twice, they will definitely dislike each other. At that time, everyone must stick together to avoid being plotted against.

"I know!" The selected person smiled happily: "Don't worry!" Song Sanshun borrowed paper and pen from Song Chengqi, scrawled on each person's name, and also organized five teams, A, B, C, D, and W, and selected a corpsman respectively. Let him dig a well with him first, and then lead the team members on separate tasks after mastering the skills.

In addition, he told them the rules of joining the society. For each team to dig a well, he would get 30%, and the rest would be divided equally among the team members.

Everyone had no objection and nodded in agreement.

Not to mention that Song Sanshun should get 30%, but he should get 50%, because as long as he leads it, every well dug will produce water, which is very magical.

People like me can just follow him and enjoy the good life, who cares about this?

Those who were not selected were unwilling to accept it and hurriedly gathered around Song Sanshun and said, "Brother Sanshun, can we follow and help? We don't want to pay. We just want to learn how to dig a well."

Song Sanshun had no choice but to agree.

When we came out of the patriarch's house, it was already dark.

When she got home, Wu quickly took out the hot dinner on the cage.

"Why so late?" she asked as she took a bowl of porridge.

Song Sanshun washed his hands and face and said, "I went to the patriarch's uncle's house."

Chang'an followed his uncle, chirping and recounting the grievances he had suffered, and finally said: "Uncle, we won't dig a well for them, and we won't let them use our water."

Song Sanshun touched his little niece's head and comforted her: "Don't worry, uncle will definitely not help them dig a well."

Just a few days ago, Zuocun Muramasa did ask him to dig a well, but the man was so cunning that he only wanted to pay ten guan for a well, but he refused.

If you really agree to him, it will be difficult for you to accept thirty guan from others in the future. He has a disease in his mind and is doing harm to himself and others.

Chang'an chuckled and whispered: "Uncle, let's put water in the pond tonight." She took out a palm-sized clay statue and shook it: "I made it yesterday."

Song Sanshun took the round and fat clay statue from his little niece and looked at it, and said amusedly: "Why is it a fat baby?"

"It's not a fat doll." Chang'an glared at his uncle with dissatisfaction, took the clay doll away, and put it on the table: "It has horns on its head, it's a little dragon."

Yesterday, she put a bead leaf in it. She wanted to try, how much water can a leaf produce?

Song Sanshun turned to look at the sky outside and said, "I'm going now." After putting it away, he came back to take a shower and change clothes.

"I'll go too." Chang'an hugged his uncle.

Song Sanshun: "No, it's too dark outside. I'm going to work in the pond again. Who will hold you then?"

Changan pouted and had no choice but to let go of his uncle.

"You should eat first." Mrs. Wu told her husband, took Chang An into the house, put him on the kang, and whispered: "It's not too late to go and see him tomorrow morning, let's go to bed early."

Chang An could only nod, lie down on the kang and close his eyes.

She wanted to complain to the little fishes and tell them everything about today.

After a while, the little baby quickly fell asleep.

When the seven little fish saw her, they turned into little humans and congratulated her.

[Chang'an, congratulations, you finally have merit! 】

[When you have more merit in the future, you will...]

Before the little blue fish finished speaking, the little golden fish slapped it into the water with its tail.

Chang'an blinked and looked at the little blue fish sinking into the water, and asked doubtfully: "What is merit?"